did not cost much to get used to the little green light. Among other things it is the only one that exists in this cold and reduced interior of stone and concrete of poor quality. It is not hermetically sealed because I feel that other creatures share the room with me. As if to me was a narrow and suffocating and the rest, for rodents who visit me shyly, the central hall of the great mansion. Using the space where I've woken up as playground. Have opened a passage in the wall of boxes to take the precious treasure that contain milk.
Cheese.
passed without noticing, as if suddenly the order of things had been turned around, a sort of parallel universe where I've always been in this damn box of cement and cheese. As if born and raised here and now I refuse to believe it.
seems a very small store. As the stairwell or the back of a shop in lower areas of Koala Lumpur. I'm surrounded by wooden boxes full of cheese balls. The only light I have is coming from an LED embedded in a wall and can not stop thinking that behind the boxes is the departure gate.
When I awoke, I spent several minutes trying to set them aside in the middle but it was quite impossible. I kept thinking of those puzzles which can only move one piece every time .... And I, in the free slot.
The only option presented to me is to go busting boxes and eating up the cheese to create a passageway, such as moles, looking for a way out. The first box cost me a hell, and to swear that if at any time I leave here happy, I'll take plenty of splinters, buried to the depths of painful memories serve me. Just look me in the palm of the hands and right forearm, I will be completely impossible to forget that this situation has been really bizarre.
first discovered the hole left by the mice to go to reach his food and he got three fingers of the hand that used to hold the soup spoon in my time of freedom, and pulled hard. A poignant and heartbreaking pain pierced my hand. Still moving but I got a horror and blood as well. It is very hard and sound boards, tough as a coffin lids. I'm sure the mice are left will be more than one tooth in the process that I follow now.
When she would not open easily, I decided to hit them with his fist every few minutes. With each stroke he lost a little blood (At least that's how I prefer to remember).
took me hours to boot the first board: solitary cross with nails to remove them complaining squeaked out of their lethargy. There is so little space in this cabin I've been a few times about to gouge my eyes with the nine-millimeter nails that were across the board.
seems that once released, the rest is presented in a simpler way ... nothing beyond the truth. It hurts my knuckles, back and back of the hands of both striking and, although the humidity, mice appear to have moldy cheese in the wooden part, I can not remove the thought that I will stay on doors I'll die before you do this, you'll fall asleep and wake up when the mice have a light snack are important parts of my body. It's an idea I have tattooed on the back of the hypothalamus.
The first vertical board and the river begins to subside while I frantically how to use the horizontal lever.
works for all my dead works Excitement makes me breathe faster, hunger and the strong smell of cheese make me dizzy. I fade away and the last thing I see before falling unconscious is the tail of one of my neighbors snaking through the newly opened hole in the box. Reawaken
and inspect the parts of my body I have the sight and my hands. Again I feel the pain of his wounds a result of my struggle with the wood. I may has broken something, I feel swollen hands and my head hurts. Other than that, everything seems in order. I realize I knew I was alive for a miracle. Who built this hell must have thought about ventilation. I said that the cheese will need fresh air that will not rot though, of course ... what is cheese but a milk product decomposition?
After careful thought and some research, I discover that he really has provided me oxygen to stay alive, are my dear little neighbors through the entrance to its burrow. Approached the current face and noticed the tip of the nose. It takes nearly four hours to turn around to scrutinize what will the other side and finally determined to have opened a tunnel through the soil moisture has softened the walls of cement and lime.
hope I return. For there is power always need a place where the air between and another to go out.
there really a way out.
I've been almost two weeks as my digital clock gift from my mother's boyfriend. If not for that and would have lost his head. So far I've managed to keep calm, even covered with bruises and know if you see some kind of mutant bacteria housed dairy in my gut or my lungs. But today, I finally ended up collapsing altogether. My patience and my pace has accelerated life (Heart, lungs, waste, waste), without realizing that I also lost control and recording of my actions.
all started when I wanted to go into reverie with the outside world. I was tired, as ever since someone left me here with some dark and morbid purpose (I am increasingly convinced of that), tired of seeing the same cabin every moment and decided to think of what has always made me feel good: Genevieve's face, the most beautiful woman I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. For me it has always been a privileged honor to have been inside it. Think in her eyes, her short black hair, his mouth, his splendid and sensual body of only 154 centimeters tall, at first helped me forget everything. I thought about how I had to refer to me in how to treat and soon an undesirable thought crept into my neurons as a cat burglar enters your house to steal what most estimates.
ago at least three months of our breakup and has two of them sharing their lives with a partner who does not deserve. "A middle-aged." That was how I described it. Then
appeared chained thoughts, motivated by jealousy and frustration, plus the reality that surrounds me, I did enter for the first time in my history, unpardonable want to die. She had been out there with the rest of my life (I recognize that in any case had a time trying to get her out of the head), and most likely will never know me, and to think, nor feel my absence . That was what hurt me most.
Yet he was willing to offer ...
Now I have almost tempted to wish that one day you hear of my death under these conditions for the simple pleasure ("pleasure?) To know what to say, what think , how would you feel to know my final thought.
already knew but now I have complete certainty: she, her only memory hurts me, hurts me to death and I have to get used to her out of my head with a jerk. Bumping his head in the air if necessary.
I can say that I have my way through the cheese to the point of separate rooms for eating, sleeping and shitting. I follow the path marked by the mice, because they, by natural tendency, it will open a corridor to the other side of the room. At least, I hope they have done. One of the problems I posed was not able to see almost nothing and less as I go forward. The thin and light green LED from the wall becomes almost imperceptible through the boards and although I am slowly learning to recognize my surroundings adapting my eyes to the darkness, the truth is I would not understand anything unless I touch it before with their hands.
After three days, I felt twinges in my stomach and burn the lungs and throat so that anyone who felt what I felt would sell his soul to the devil (or the president of the United States) by a simple half empty glass of water. Cheese, I've always liked above all things, I was extremely thirsty and was above all I had to get into the stomach. I tore one of the buttons of his shirt and sucked on for several hours to salivate and drink juices as I can produce. But feedback is not perfect. I drank my saliva but had to drink some liquid to replace it and the cheese is very dry, it creates mucus and choking when you only eat it with his teeth. So, I took a desperate way that today continues to engage me life and gave me the strength to pop the top of two more boxes.
Within the first module (now I am used to the situation a bit, I prefer to call it the wooden boxes), put one end of the first board, with large nails, hard and sharp pointed at the entrance to the den. I waited for one of the mice come out bigger and out .... Well, ultimately I prefer to remember is that I sucked to the nail while alternating mouse with cheese. His blood, though dense, hot and increasingly clotted, quench my thirst. The conclusion I reach is that I live with a family quite extensive.
Today for the first time I notice something different. I have dulled senses, everything smells like cheese and it's hard to believe but I have not felt as well. Noto limits, not the sense of touch, I have learned to differentiate many kinds of green: green cheese, green wood, green mice, green, green blood and me. Try to walk away as possible from my stool, green too, but do not know why I care if my gut just been broken and mouse and the cheese smell out of that. A meat and cheese.
But today, now, for the first time I notice something different.
When you try to break this last case, based on weak now kicking the soles of the feet, the sound is not as it was until now. I think I came to the wall. Stir boards and open space to hit me with everything I have. Afraid even to find the long awaited release after ... A month? A year? Since I broke my watch (unfortunately with numbers of green-computer) and not on what day I am, or what a night, or ... not even if I only dream of a giant Where have I heard that before? Push
champion
The tables begin to compromise and bring them to me. It amazes me how easy it is to release and renew strength. At this point I do not care bury one of those nails to the bone, infected with something else, because this is not life. Jie
... That's what I would say an elderly gentleman who asked the door of my neighborhood supermarket: "This is not life." He was always full of dirt and scab. Will I like him? Worse? Sure it is. That no doubt.
Wait ... What is that? A new type of green, and it still had not seen before. Is behind the boards and it seems metal. Redondo.
Arranco tree after tree hands, feet, teeth and head butts. Rodeo the new green-metal-hope on the fingers of my left hand and try to keep the mold, wear it in the eyes to know how you can have. Is round.
God, Marx mine, my Allah, my holy Buddha is a knob. A handle as the door of an office or the bathroom of my house ... yes, that is ... the bathroom of my house was shaped like a knob.
Am I crying? Maybe.
grab the most precious metal that has been gripping the entire life of humanity, with both hands. Strong squeeze and twist.
! If is turning!
kick to me and nothing happens. Push.
But what hell is this? How I can suddenly become blind me? Everything has turned white. Perhaps this is what the blind see? "White? A white it hurts. I close my eyes and now it turns yellow, orange and red. I open my eyes and all white again and in between, a shadow.
finally hear the voice of my sister.
is waking up! Mom, is awakening! Mom is back! It moves!
Damn .... How cold I have
FIN
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